Date: Tue, 30 Dec 2003 09:56:05 -0500
From: Jeff Wilson
Subject: W.A.R. Part Five, Chapter 8
W.A.R. Part Five - Secrets
Chapter Eight -- Brett Gets Thanked
by Jeff Wilson
Brett wasn't surprised when I told him that dad knew about us when I
saw him Sunday afternoon. "I told you he knew," Brett said. "I always
figured your dad would be cool about it. Now your mom..."
"Mom still thinks I'm in love with Emily."
"Well Emily's never seen you naked..." Brett laughed.
"Emily's never sucked my dick either," I said.
"Don't be gross." Brett said. "Who would want to put their lips on
that thing, anyway?"
"I'm sure I could find somebody..." I said.
"Not me." Brett said. "I know where that thing has been."
"So when's your mom coming home?" I asked.
"Not for hours and hours..." Brett said, smiling deviously.
"You think she knows about us too?" I asked.
"Billy, my mom isn't here enough to know who I like. Just last week
she was gone all day long every day. I didn't see her at all the whole
week. So I really don't care what she knows. Besides, I don't want
thoughts of my mother in my head with what I'm thinking about doing to
you."
Brett said.
"And what might that be?" I asked.
"Take off your clothes and I'll show you." Brett said.
"Oh, the direct approach today." I laughed. I pulled my shirt up
over my head and Brett pushed me onto his bed. "Wow, you're not horny or
anything."
"No, I just have this overwhelming urge to lick every part of your
body and fuck you all afternoon." Brett said, starting on my neck.
"You say the sweetest things when you're not feeling horny." I said.
Brett moved himself up so that he could look me in the eyes. Then he
licked my nose.
"Oh, thanks a lot!" I said, wiping myself off with the back of my
hand.
"When I say every part, I mean every part." He said. Then he got up
on his knees straddling my chest. "You're beautiful, Billy. Seriously. I
don't think I tell you that enough. I don't know what I did to get so
lucky. I love you more every day."
"Fuck my sweet rosebud with your hard meat missile." I said, barely
able to contain my laughter. Brett looked at me sideways, then he burst
out laughing.
"Where the hell did you get that from?" Brett asked, still laughing
while he pulled my shoes and socks off.
"I read it on one of those computer porn stories. Didn't it make you
all hot and ready to make hot sweet love to me?" I said.
"It made me want to fill you with my hot manly hardness." Brett
joked.
"What was the story called?"
"I think it was called, "The Erotic Adventures of a Boy and his Bike.
"
"Did the boy fuck the bike, or did the bike fuck the boy?" Brett
asked as he pulled his pants and boxers off.
"No, but he fucked about ten people before I found out what his name
was." I said, flinging my underwear at Brett's head.
Brett lay down beside me so that we could suck each other's dicks.
But Brett was still asking questions between licking and sucking me. "So,
it was an orgy story?"
"No." I said, holding his dick and feeling him working on mine again.
"He was just a guy who had sex with all sorts of different people. Ow!"
Brett had found a way to poke my backside while sucking me. "I mean, Oh
god! Fill my eager love tunnel with your finger of passion." I laughed.
He let my dick slip out of his mouth again. "Finger of passion? You
need help, Billy. So anyway, he just fucked different people? I hate
stories like that. I like a story where there are just two guys and that's
it. Anymore than that and you end up with some kind of love triangle and
it ruins it. And they always end up fucking the third guy. You want to
move your leg so I can get you properly?"
"Sure. Anyway, he went along for awhile, and the story was going
pretty good, but then the writer had the guy get hit by a truck and killed
and the guy's best friend supposedly finished it and talked about how sad
it was. It was pretty depressing after all that. If you keep doing that
'finger of passion' thing, I'm going to cum all over your bed." Brett was
really going to town on me and it was hard to concentrate.
"That's dumb. Turn over on your hands and knees. I mean, why go
through all the trouble and then kill him off? Why even bother?" Brett
said while finding his lotion and lubing himself and me.
"Maybe he was trying to be artistic... Ow! Err... I mean, 'Oh yes,'"
I said. "Maybe the writer was trying to... Wait, wait! That hurts..."
Brett stopped pushing in and lightly stroked my dick until I adjusted.
"That's better. Maybe he was trying to make a point about life and stuff."
"What point? That you have sex with ten people and then you get
killed by a truck? What kind of point is that?" Brett said, talking over
the slapping sounds his hips were making against my ass.
"Well, what would be the point if you wrote a story?" I asked,
pressing myself against him to get as much of him touching me as I could.
"I certainly wouldn't have the guy get killed by a truck." Brett
said, his breath getting shorter. "I'd have the main character fall in
love with his best friend and have them spend the rest of their lives
together having all the sex they could ever want."
"That's boring." I said, leaning up and feeling Brett's sweat soaked
chest against my back. "You sweat a lot when you have sex."
"That's my hot man-sweat love-dew, baby." Brett said, causing us to
fall over sideways from laughing. Brett moved himself around to a position
where he could keep going while laying down beside me. "What's boring
about that kind of story?" He asked.
"Well, that's nice for real life and stuff, but in a story you need
action and a plot and stuff." I replied as Brett lifted my leg and
re-entered me.
"So what would you do then?" Brett asked, forcing himself all the way
into me.
I had to adjust to the new position before I could reply. "I don't
know. Maybe space aliens or something could invade the earth."
"Space aliens! This position is too hard. Hold still." Brett got to
his knees and turned me on my side. He straddled my left leg and moved my
right leg out of the way. "You can't put space aliens in a porno. What,
are they going to have an anal probe?" Brett held his dick and made a
squeaky voice, "We shall prod you now, earthling. Prepare for maximum
penetration." He slid himself into me again. "You shall now be
impregnated by our probe. Don't scream, this will only hurt for the whole
time." Brett started laughing again while he went to work on me.
"Well, maybe you don't need space aliens, but you need something.
Like a villain. Maybe an evil king, or a celebrity guest star."
"Billy, nobody wants to read stories with celebrities in them. I've
got to cum. You mind if I do it inside this time?" Brett said between
short breaths.
"No, go ahead." I said. Brett closed his eyes, thrust his dick deep
into me and released himself inside me. I could feel the warmth inside me.
I jerked myself a few seconds and then watched my own stuff shoot over my
belly and chest.
Brett lay down beside me, pressing his front against my back and
hugging me. He rubbed my cum from my chest and belly and licked it off his
fingers. "Rocket, I think you and I could write a great story."
"Sure. Just as long as it has stuff like this in it." I said,
feeling his body against me.
"What? Cum?" Brett asked.
"You always joke around when I try to be serious." I said crossly.
"Oh... I didn't mean..."
"No, no. Let's just make everything a big joke. I'm glad that we can
joke around together, but sometimes I need you to be serious."
"And I think that sometimes you get too serious about stuff."
"Well I guess that's why we're so good for each other. We complete
each other. And I have to go to the bathroom really bad so let me go."
Brett laughed and let me go. I turned around to admire him laying on
the bed naked. Just like he'd said earlier, I don't know how I got so
lucky. After a minute or so, Brett came into the bathroom and sat on the
edge of the bathtub.
"You mad at me?" He asked.
"No. Why should I be?" I said.
"Well you seemed pretty upset when I joked about..."
"Brett, I know that you like to joke around. It was just bad timing.
I'm sorry I snapped at you."
"I can't help it sometimes. I've always been a doofus when it comes
to sitting down and having a serious conversation with somebody. I have to
make a wisecrack or something. When I think about how you and me are
together. How much you love me... If I didn't do something to lighten the
mood I'd probably burst out crying over how fucking happy I am."
"That's good, now can you give me like two minutes to myself so I can
finish up in private? I love you, but I want to be by myself for this." I
said.
Brett laughed and said he'd be in the kitchen to make something for
lunch. I cleaned myself off, then I walked back to his room and put my
clothes on. Brett was in the kitchen making a grilled cheese sandwich.
Brett said that he had to feed Bob Cat and asked me to finish cooking the
sandwich. I stood there for a minute or so, thinking about how much fun we
had just had.
Without warning, the door swung open and slammed against the wall.
Dustin stormed into the house, looking around to and fro.
"BRETT!!! Where are you, you fucking bastard!?!?!" Dustin shouted.
"Dustin!" I said, both surprised to see him and to hear what he had
said.
"Shut the fuck up Billy, this has nothing to do with you." Dustin
said, pointing menacingly at me.
Brett walked into the kitchen looking quite angry. "Hey, what gives
you the right to come barging into my house with... OW!!!" He didn't get
to finish, because as soon as Dustin saw Brett he punched him right in the
mouth.
"You fucking son of a bitch!!! You ruined my life!!!!" Dustin
roared, shaking with anger.
Brett felt the corner of his mouth and saw that he was bleeding. He
looked at Dustin viciously. "You fucking asshole. Look what you did to
me. I didn't do anything to you."
"You ruined my life you stupid dick!" Dustin snarled. "Why did you
have to open your big mouth?"
"Ruined your life? You mean telling your mom the truth? Fuck you! I
probably saved your life."
"You broke up my parents, asshole! She had him arrested! He didn't
do anything! You just... you... you don't have any idea what the fuck
you're talking about."
Brett stood his ground, still holding the side of his mouth. "Oh come
on! It's obvious what was going on! If this is the thanks I get, then
fuck you! I should have just let your asshole father keep fucking your ass
until you got killed!"
A look came over Dustin's face that I had seen since the time I told
him that I knew about him and Mike. It was the most intense hatred I could
imagine. Dustin lashed out violently, pushing Brett as hard as he could
and causing Brett to crash into the refrigerator and bang the back of his
head. Dustin followed him in and started viciously punching Brett in the
face. Brett fell down and Dustin got on top of him and just started
wailing on Brett with lefts and rights.
"I'm gonna kill you, you mother-fucking bastard!! I'm gonna fucking
kill you!!" Dustin shouted as he punched Brett's face over and over. I
couldn't move. I was in a state of shock, watching my friend pummel my
boyfriend. Suddenly, something clicked and I was able to move again. I
grabbed Dustin around the neck with my arm and pulled him off Brett.
Unfortunately, that allowed Dustin to get a few kicks into Brett's ribs
before I yanked him as hard as I could and threw him hard to the floor.
I knelt at Brett's side and saw that he was seriously hurt. His face
was bloody and swelling fast. But still, Brett started to climb up to one
knee. He looked across the kitchen, and that's when I saw that Dustin was
sitting on the floor by the stove, holding his legs with his arms and
mumbling to himself. He slammed himself back and cracked the back of his
head off the stove a few times. "God help me... Please God, help me..." he
kept repeating, his face streaked with tears.
With a great effort, Brett rose to his feet. He had to use me to
support himself, but he was standing. His face was beginning to bruise
already. "I did what I had to do, Dustin."
Dustin didn't respond. He just closed his eyes and sobbed some more.
I'd never seen him look so wretched. His hair was uncombed and I could see
that he hadn't dyed it in the hospital. You could see the red roots
beginning to show. He sat there sobbing and occasionally slamming his head
against the stove.
Brett felt his forehead and realized that he was bleeding there, too.
He staggered a bit, but stayed standing. "No one was going to help you.
Not Billy. Not Mike. Not your mom. You realize she was going to have
Mike thrown in jail. And then when you got healed up, you know that your
ass was as good as fucked. I might not like you, but I don't want to see
you get hurt anymore.
Nobody deserves to go through what happened to you."
"You don't know shit about me." Dustin snapped. "It was my fault. I
let him do it."
"Your dad was fucking raping you! He didn't have any right to make
you do what he did." Brett replied.
"Just stay out of my life and leave me the fuck alone! You don't know
shit about me!" Dustin shouted. He jumped up off the floor and started
walking toward the door.
Brett wasn't going to let him leave that easily, though. "If you
still want to defend him, then fine. You can just defend him and pretend
that everything is fine and all that. And you can get him out of trouble
by pretending that nothing ever happened. And your dad can come home and
for a while, everything will be okay. But then some night your mom is
going to be gone and your dad's going to be feeling a little horny. Who's
ass is he going to be coming for then?"
Dustin turned around and opened his mouth, as if to say something, but
nothing came out. Tears replaced the ones that had run down his face. "I
hate you... I'm going to make it all go away." He said sullenly. Then he
turned back around and walked out the door.
Brett sat down at the table and groaned. "You're welcome," he said.
"What?" I asked, bringing a wet wash cloth to try to clean him up.
"That was some thank you for saving his life, huh?" Brett said. I
wiped away the blood and saw that his face was already bruising and both of
his eyes were swelling. "I feel like shit."
"Well you don't look all that pretty right now either. What an
ungrateful fucking psycho," I said. I had always been the one who stuck up
for Dustin, but at that moment, I really felt like going after him with a
baseball bat.
"It's okay... I'll heal. He's got way more shit in his life to deal
with than we do." Brett said. "I really need to lie down. Can you get
some ice in a bag for me?"
"Sure..." I said.
"I don't suppose you'll want to stay here until my mom comes home,
would you? She'll probably be pissed and I don't want her to do something
stupid."
"I'll stay." I said.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Well, now for a bit of explanation.
I had a lot of fun writing the first half of this chapter. There's some
stuff up there that only a few people will truly get. You'll have to
forgive me for some indulgence on inside jokes. I've told people that if I
ever wrote another story, that the title would be "The Erotic Adventures of
a Boy and his Bike." Then there's some other stuff in the scene that I'm
sure everyone will understand. Either way, I just wanted to have a fun
scene that just happened to include the exchange of bodily fluids.
I guess the part of this chapter that people will remember is the beating
Dustin gave Brett. Over time, we've seen Dustin get more daring in who he
chooses to go up against, and how he chooses to go at them. It started
with him getting beat up by his sister, then his dad sexually abusing him.
From there, Dustin grew increasingly more hostile. First standing up to
Billy verbally. Then he kicked Billy when his arm was broken. He also got
into arguments with Brett and stole Mike's car. Now he's gone after Brett
and beat him up. Where before, he could only nip at people with insults,
Dustin's been pushed to the point now where he can only mug people, if he
thinks he can get away with it. It was one of the more interesting
character shifts that I've enjoyed writing. He's strong enough to tackle
Billy and Brett, but not the real reason for his pain. Even now, he cannot
face that, and he's out of people to take out his frustrations on.
The next chapters will deal with the consequences of all of this.
In the mean time, I'd greatly appreciate your thoughts on this chapter, or
any other thoughts on the story you would like to discuss. I have both
email and a yahoo group that you can use.
vicioussquirrel@hotmail.com or
jkwsquirrel@yahoo.com
The yahoo group:
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/squirrelwriter
Next Chapter: "The End of the Road"